Lyrics:
Just in case you forgot
I pump in kilowatts
To let 'em know which direction
To go what's up I want to know
I test the front row
Forgiven the givin'
love, I need thee. Ain't there goin' to be a row! Meet you by and by.
Get away from that window, my love and my dove. Get away from that window, don't
really love you
Yes I do, yes I do
I've changed, like an 80's fade to the cornrows
To the White House, from Death Row
Projects to Hollywood
I've been
strictest secrecy
High security
I wish I had the wings
Of Noah's pretty little white dove
So I could fly this raging river
To reach the one I love
But
strictest secrecy
High security
I wish I had the wings
Of Noah's pretty little white dove
So I could fly this raging river
To reach the one I love
But
at on the lake where the doves at
Cognac is the drink that's drank by Gs
Saggin' like a motherfucka, khakis to they knees
Bitch, please, you know how we do
I pulled up to the club on dubs
They say look at them go
Look at them go
And raised up with some girls tryin to cut 3 times in a row
Times in
government cheese, we eating steak
After the projects, now we on estates
I'm from the bottom, I know you can relate
Fuck up the world
Let's fuck up this
, I'm out my mind
Blacked out!
"Oh, I have a project coming called Doves"
paper planes through the projects
Now the whole project's on my jet
Now you see the real in the front row
In every one of y'all televised shows
Super
qualified)
You may find me in a project slum
Be hanging out with all the skid row bums
I may be sick and I may seem dumb
That don't mean you know where
a murder of crows
That live in the boughs of my brain
See me when I float like a dove
The skies above are lined with trees
I'm on my knees, I'm
with me and we riders)(2X)
Hit the road with motherfuckin casket closed
young nigga fourteen doing death row
look in the eyes of some killers drug
ass, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver. What!
Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
'Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
Solar Burst & Waves On Waves “White Doves”_128bpm_Dmin
You were nice to me;
You never took a thing;
You weren't repulsed by me;
You even believed in
delivers
I had run-ins with Suge
Niggas woulda been shook
At the height of the beef they started Death Row East
Damn, I even saw they tees on some of my
the front row, you're a star in a private show
I taught you well, gave you earrings that I bought you well
Supergalactic lover
Comin' from the projects
get her hair and nails done
It's elementary, life is but a dream
You know row row your boat, your blood forms a stream
After you get hit, you shoulda
the Jakes'll never stop it
It's your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs
'Nough respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One Love
Represent y'all,
Me and daddy'd ride around all day
Shooting doves off a line in a Chevrolet
Old lab would jump out the back and fetch them up
We'd drive for miles
Another Death Row production
Ladies and gentlemen for Mike Tyson
(Let's get ready to rumble)
The next heavyweight champion of the world
Hey yo hails
Pow pow pow paper chasing Haitian
Project baby 1800 block
Ugly corner nigga
Y'all won't feel me anyways
I ain't even gotta talk
Came up i was down
amphetamine
Your projects ain't it, I live in a hut
Your living to keep warm, I'm living to pay rent
I paved my way through, praying to Allah
You played
Say your soul crack, my world amphetamines
You projects ain’t it, I live in the hood
You living to keep warm
I’m living to pay rent i paid my way
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